#self reblog!

[crownedinmarigolds]

Whenever I see this picture I always think of:

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Drew this quickly for a little thing on Bluesky but I like it anyway. Self portrait in my normal home attire.... ratty hoodie and booty shorts.

[just-a-blog-for-polls]

Edit: sensory issues can be counted under "otherwise medically unable to" if you feel that to be appropriate

[lalalychee]

closer than you know

i've been working on this painting for over 3 months and i am exhausted 💀 so excited to be done with it. i'm really proud of it though!! it's definitely the most detailed painting i've done in quite some time.

(please be sure to zoom in to see all the little details i worked so hard on!)

[bananna-threads]

Hand embroidered, self drafted, birch tree inspired buttonup shirt.

[uhhlifeig]

@wolfstarmicrofic (im so sorry dude (gender neutral) but please 😭)

First Tears - Jan. 28th - word count: 332 - @wolfstarmicrofic

If there was anything Sirius Black didn’t do, it was cry in front of people. 

Sure, others could see him be a goofball, or be tired, or be disappointed, but no one was allowed to see him cry.

So when Remus heard sniffles from his boyfriend’s bed, he was concerned beyond measure.

He made his way over to the crimson curtains. “Sirius,” he whisper-yelled through the fabric. “Padfoot, are you okay?”

“‘m fine, Moons,” a voice whispered back shakily. 

Remus noticed his tone- Sirius sounded wrecked. “You’re obviously not very fine, Sirius. Can I come in?”

There was a moment of silence as Sirius paused, considering. “...fine.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispered, opening the curtains to reveal a red-eyed Sirius with tears still running down his face.

“Hey, Moony.” He smiled shakily. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in on you, Pads. I could hear you crying from my bed.”

Sirius froze. “Shit,” he hissed, eyes darting around as if some creature were lurking in wait, ready to bite off his head. “D’you think Prongs or Wormy heard?”

“Nah, those two sleep like the dead. I’m not worried,” Remus sighed. “I am worried about you. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing too bad.” Sirius tried for a nonchalant shrug. “Just that Maman sent a letter. Called me a failure and a disappointment. Nothing too out of the ordinary, to be honest. It’s fine.”

Remus frowned. “Sirius, that isn’t okay. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. You decided to become a fucking animagus for me, Pads. She’s wrong.”

Sirius hummed noncommittally. “Sure, I guess.”

“She is. You’re amazing and wonderful and everything in between.”

Sirius snorted wetly. “Sap. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Remus laid down next to his boyfriend. “And no, I will not tell James or Peter that you were crying, promise.”

“Thanks, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, scooting closer and pressing himself into Remus’s chest, arms coming up to circle his torso.

Remus smiled, burying his face in Sirius’s hair. “Of course, seren.”

[kamaradka]

knuckle tat ideas

FULL BUSH

YAOI YURI

BUTT STUF

SPAM CALL

WARM BEER

GUNK SLOP

FROT TAGE

SELF HARM

LOVE WINS

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Why self-diagnosed autistics are valid

medical diagnosis can be expensive

humans are the experts on their own minds

family may prevent assessment

diagnosis criteria is a poor checklist of stereotypes

diagnosis criteria ignores gender, race, sexuality, culture & more

medical diagnosis confirms autism, but doesn't create it

discrimination within the medical profession may prevent diagnosis.

Assessment waiting lists often long

medical trauma may make assessment unfeasible

Neurodiverse Journeys

[dimanab]

🚨🚨 Urgent!

This is Dima Nabahin, l'am 25 years old. I have no brothers nor sisters. I was living alone in gaza after I lost my father when he was injured in 2014 war on gaza. I was living with my mother till 2019, when she passed away, so from that time I am living alone in gaza.

I started to overcome what happened in the past, but my life completely destroyed since 7th of October

2023. I faced unimaginable challenges due to the ongoing war in the Gaza. unfortunately I lost My home that I was living in in northern Gaza, and also My parents home that I was living in with them in my childhood until they passed away. I was displaced from day one of this genocide. My life now is miserable.

Unfortunately, this plight is shared by many other Palestinian families living in the same area, but in my case l have no one that can help me, Throughout the months of relentless genocide, I suffered from constant fear and repeated, exhausting displacement that you cannot imagine without having experienced it.

Every donation will help me to survive.

[pathosketches]

This was such a fun pairing to draw- kindness soul my beloved <33

'Muscle Memory' [Bonus]

(Request from twt for Grillby and the kindness SOUL, feat. Grillby's internal monologue-!)

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

Everyone seemed to really need/appreciate this last time I did it so I'm doing it again:

[lickthehilt]

note taking

bonus:

[thattinybrat]

lil booties matter right?…right? 🥹

[mrenkelherlig]

happy Chilchuck Chuesday to all who celebrate

funny old man

[juniemunie]

more deltarune sansnomaly cuz its feeding the ideas a lot

bonus:

[hannahlockillustration]

Greek pottery.

[sapphicslaylist]

I think people underestimate how simultaneously reactivating and healing that Slay the Princess can be.

The game is unabashedly anti-abuse, and deconstructs various unhealthy dynamics and behaviors through beautiful, reality-distanced plots.

The characters are shaped by their trauma and forced to interact the best they can under the circumstances, and depict a lot of deronanticization of things like rescue, love at first sight, victim blaming, post-victim lash-outs, and white knighting. It’s an extremely helpful tool of showing what really happens when you bleed out for someone else, push back your feelings, or project onto others.

But it also shows that pain in healthy dosages is a part of being human. You can move on if you’ve hurt as a result of being hurt. It doesn’t define your future. And sure, not everyone will forgive you. Many actions taken simply aren’t justifiable under any means, and the game calls you out for it. You can move on while changing your actions, or else get worse from it if you so desire. It’s extremely human.